Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Life is so hard that my horse is a star
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
We play our robotic songs to comply
Our chrome hearts branded with a neon star
Cosmic alien robot cowboys fly
Stars pulse to charge our glowing circuitry
We race the dark horses to realms afar
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Our cowboy robots rise and amplify
Star songs beamed out from a spinning pulsar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
We ride dark horses onward to defy
These handsome cowboys born as superstars
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
Women ride free; they have no fear to die
They reach to hold their bodies from afar
Cosmic Alien robot cowboys fly
High to escape the Earth in the big sky
old spaghetti westerns
and john wayne flics
what better way to spend
saturday afternoons
weekly shoot 'em ups
where at the end
cowboys and their horses
ride toward a dusty sunset
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Cowboys
Let the cowboys be…
Let them tend to causes....genuine and real
To bequeath…an opportunity to be authentic.
To bequeath…a shot at redemption
To weed the errant and replant in ravines, chasms
In pastures new…
….the errant cowboys,
…..burdensome, irksome, oppressive…too much
….for sale, with privileges too plentiful
…..the ones acting out.. avaricious mode aplenty
……one too many errors
……. lives not to be trampled upon
………let the cowboys be, in bountiful pastures new!
Perhaps some coffee beans to sweep away the pain
The angst caused by servings of callous, and cruelties untold
Dust swirls in Tucumcari,
Two shadows draw at noon,
Steel flashes, sharp echoes,
Silence falls, one man stands,
Desert sun claims the victor.
My brother and I shared a bedroom
With cowboys on every wall.
Though we’re three years apart
Our connection did start
While our baby bro slept down the hall.
My memories don’t have much info
Of the time that we spent in that room,
But since we got along
I don’t think I’d be wrong
Saying we were content (I’d assume).
When the crib for our sib got confining,
Rooms were switched; gender came into play.
I would guess that our mother
Thought brother and brother
Would both take to the cowboy display.
So I got my own room, but I wonder,
Did I miss my first roommate a bit?
Maybe yes, maybe no;
It was so long ago,
But years later, I have to admit
That a kinship formed so very early,
If you’re lucky, holds fast in the heart.
For your birthday today,
Burt, though you’re far away,
Think of cowboys, where we had our start.
two missing cowboys
wallets and cell phones in their trucks
their oldest friend gallops to the hills
to pray for his best friends
hoping they will return safely
with stories
The cowboys always won
The Indians always lost
I yearned to see a cowboy
with an arrow through his chest
But then I read a story 'bout
a cowboy who'd been scalped
Promised to myself, I said
Now I'd see a red man dead
Put on two toy store holsters
Courage blazing from their guns
Bagged me the bony remnants
Of a graveyard skeleton
Blood-curdling Scene ~
Happy Halloween!
There’s only so many ways I can write a song
about a cowboy riding his horse cross the range
Are there any new words I can use to describe
the rugged mountains that tower over the plains
What else can I say about them icy cold rivers
that rapidly flows down from a snow covered peak
Or the beauty of a simple life just living
in a line shack right next to a slow running creek
To tell you the feeling after a hard days ride
the warmth of the camp roll that I made for a bed
The sight of a full moon rising over the hill
the cattle standing still and my belly well fed
Is there another way to express how I feel
bout all them stars a shinin' up there in the sky
Or about how nature lulls me to sleep each night
with the howl of a coyote or a night hawk’s cry
How many more stanzas can it possibly take
until you understand what a glorious sight
Seeing all them old cowboys that you call your friend
telling jokes and stories round the campfire at night
Heck, I suppose it don't matter what rhymes I use
or trying to find some new words for me to give
You ain't never gonna know lest you come out here
to the tall grass and live the way the cowboys live
There was a day on TV
When westerns were all the rage
Together our masked hero the Lone Ranger
with Tonto kept outlaws in their cage
Wagon Train kept rolling along
Seth Adams the leader
Flint McCullough chief scout
old Charlie Wooster was the feeder
My all-time favorite Cowboy
had to be clearly Wagon Train
Flint was my all-time hero
my chief scout taking the strain!
The Cowboys hands are strong and still as tough as leather but soft enough to touch a humming bird's wings. Always cowboy enough to not show his pain, he's been through every thing.Yet I his mother can feel all his accomplishments and his heart. And knows that he carries God with him everyday.
With their guns fully loaded and pointed,
Two bad cowboys strike pose as appointed.
And, in high noon tradition,
without any contrition-
one left standing is not disappointed!
May 1, 2020
Contest: High Noon
Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllables: 10, 7
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Another pair of cowboy boots
beneath my bed
banishing dreams of
a permanent man
right out of my head
They call me a buckle-bunny
but that sets too low the bar
for at the end of the night
I take home the rodeo star
He rides wild horses
and even wilder bulls
I lap him up by the mouthfuls
Lust curls in my belly
when I spy the champion buckle
his laughter is sweet as the honeysuckle
An aging buckle-bunny is what I see
until the next cowboy smiles at me
Cowboys love it when,
There is no barbed wire in site,
And the local Sheriff,
Is conspicuous by his absence.
Cowboys Love it when,
There is a shortage of skilled,
Builders Plumbers and electricians.
Cowboys love it when,
They can mostly check their own work,
And council staff are increasingly too busy,
Or on the take.
Cowboys love it when,
Lawyers are too expensive, for the average citizen,
So most disputes go to small claims courts,
Where Lawyers are not allowed anyway,
At least in NZ
Either way the Cowboys seldom lose any sleep.
Cowboys love it when,
The odds of being held to account,
Are less than than those of winning Lotto,
And they are free to get blotto,
With money from jobs seldom finished.
A cowboy has nowhere to stay
Except on the ground where they lay
With no song or dance
Nor chance of romance
All their dreams are filled with whoresplay!
The two of them exchanged their vows
And Billy kissed the bride
He danced with her among the cows
To cowboy songs outside
They said goodbye to all their friends
And both their parents cried
The only thing that never ends
Is what you feel inside
He promised her a honeymoon
She said be more specific
He said the Great Salt Lake in June
Is like the South Pacific
The honeymoon this couple shared
Was totally terrific
For no amount of love was spared
To help them be prolific
Their love is like the meadow grass
That grows by morning dew
The miracle of what you pass
Is greener by the view
But like the pretty carousel
That children answer too
A lady's love is like the bell
That keeps a cowboy true.
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